As the afternoon sun cast a warm glow through the kitchen window, the familiar aroma of Grandma’s old-fashioned bread pudding wafted through the house, evoking cherished memories of family gatherings and cosy winter evenings. Her secret, she said, lay in using day-old bread, which soaked up the creamy mixture of eggs, milk, sugar, and a hint of nutmeg, creating a soft, custardy delight. Once baked to golden perfection, she would drizzle it generously with her rich vanilla sauce, a velvety blend of butter, sugar, and Madagascan vanilla that elevated the humble pudding to sheer indulgence. Each serving was a comforting embrace, reminding us all of simpler times and the love woven through generations—an unassuming dish that was, in its essence, the heart of her home.